User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-32303-20121109151749/@comment-25220117-20121114111035

The fat, cheery young corporal and cook pulled himself up, dusting himself off and smiling from ear to ear "No problem there, matey, wot! Thanks fer th' blinkin' lift, saved a good chap's tum from goin' shallow an' empty as a cave, wot! Now usin' me splendid skills I can save th' whole moanin' lot of yew as well! Humph, loungin' about like a bunch o' dibbuns makin' bloomin' daisychains an' whistlin' cheery wee tunes while I slave at some miserable fire, burning me face an' paws t' ashes!" He puts a paw to his brow dramatically "But well, someone must sacrifice t' ensure th' spiffin' survival o' his ungrateful comrades, wot wot wot wot eh wot!" ''Throwing a huge sack at his feet, he began pulling out iron pans, skillets, and kitchen ustensils. Pulling out a shard of flint and a sliver of steel, he tossed them to Stryker in a businesslike manner, followed by a large fishing rod and a rope net'' "Now why dont you go blinkin' prance off an' enjoy y'self, wot! Git a fire goin' th' moment y' catch some flyin' flippin' floorin' flaggin' fish an' gimme a holler, eh wot wot wot wottedy wot!"